The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1887-02-03

perhaps mOre-that is, IL I'm success
full, and you stay here; and neighbors
ought to be neighborly, you know"
polishing with all his might and main
with the channels.
"You are very kind, very kind, in
deed; but If Mrs. Feeze," again began
Cyrilla Ann, to be again interrupted
by the inpetuous young man. "She
won't, she's only been gone ten min
utes, and she always stays an hour or
two"-sponge actively employed. "Pm
from Congreve's q large establishment
ten years; haven't a relation that I
know OF in the world, but I've man.
aged to get along very well all the
same'-chamois in requsition once
more. .
"T'm from the orphan asylum; beer.
here eight years." came from CyrillS
AIMS side of the house as she brought,
her strength and a damp clothto bear
ON an obdurate spot, "and I haven't
any relations that I know of, either;
and, oh! Pm SO afraid she'll come back;
do 60 away. I'm much obliged to you,
but 60 away, please" and she raised
her pretty eyes to his face with a plead
ing look that made him more inclined
to stay than ever.
"Well, if she should" he replied,
looking down upon her-he was at
least six feet tall-'you just rely up
on me for making it all right. l can
pocket the sponge and channels in an
instant and forget whether she want
ed her shoes half soled or not in the
same space of time. But, as I said
before, she won't, and I'm not going
to have any young woman freezing
herself to death if I can help it.
There, that windows done, and we'll
fly to the next"
They flew TO the next, and both
worked in silence for a few moments.
Then said the extremely neighborly
neighbor, 81 'spose you know my
name. If you don't that's it on the
sign over the store"
Cyrilla paused, newspaper in her
hand, and putting her head on one
side, glanced at the sign and read out
slowly, "Saul j. Benson" though she
could have read it just as we'll, sly
little thing, without looking over the
way at all.
Eyes, Saul J. Benson" he repeated,
land yours is Cyrilla Ann-some'
elbow did you know that?" asked
Cyrilla Ann, arching her arched eye
brows still more.
"Oh, I've heard your gentle lady
scream it at you time and again.
But" standing off to study the effect
of his labor-''she didn't scream your
last name"
"It's-well-it's queer, awful queer,
that it should be, but it's almost the
same as yours. If yours had a It. in
stead of an s. or mine had an e. in.
stead of a IT, they'dbe exactly alike"
said Cyrilla Ann, with her dimple at
it's loveliest.
"That is odd now, isn't it," said
Saul j Benson; "and so if we should
tall in love with each other and get
married, you'd scarcely change your
name, would you? There, that win
doM's done too. Don't they shine,
though! And they ought to, for I tell
you what, I served q long apprentice.
ship to window cleaning. Good-by
and say, may I com over to see you;
some evening"! BEST OF references
fromlate employeres."
"I-don't-know," stammered Cyrilla
Ann, "she might not"
"Bother tshe.' I'll come if you are
wiling" and he had disappeared as
suddenly Is he appeared. But that
wasn't the last of it. By no means.
Cyrilla Ann too, disappeared one
bright day a few months after, to re.
appear over the way in the character
of Mrs. Saul J. Benson. And when ]
last called on hersh had in her arms
the prettiest girl baby you ever saw,
although Mrs. Feeze did say when she
first saw it., "Another of them ridlc.
ulous dimples." But, perhaps, being
so very young the child may out
grow it.